"Then, before it became you, it turned into a prisoner we'd had to interrogate. That poor boy! I'd told the Marines to get the information, and they threatened to rape his lover while making him watch. I think they would have done it if the young man hadn't broken down. We needed the information, so I kept quiet, but still I...I wish there were another way."
"If you know a way, I'll listen." Al said. "War is ugly. That's what makes it something to avoid."
"But we don't avoid it!" Ivan protested. "We retaliate. We increase the scale. We find new weapons better than the old, but just like the old. Even here, where both sides have sworn not to kill, today I gave the order to kill if necessary. We stand ready to destroy both sides' ability to have children. If that happens, what will we have done? How will that be different than the death of Earth? With no children, this planet will die, too."
Al was silent. "Do you know another way?"
"Once we have the Facilitators freed and the egg supply in our hands, I will go myself to negotiate with the Connobaran Council." Ivan took a deep breath. "And if they won't listen to terms and come to an agreement, then as commander of the forces in our valley, I intend to surrender."
"Darling, the men may not take that order."
"First, I will try for an honorable peace. A treaty with the Connobarans whereby we help them have their children but as an independent nation. Maybe those eggs will work for us as well and this treaty can work both ways."
"Do you want to find out?" Al asked. "I kept one intact. For a trophy, for just-in-case, for who-knows? Colonel doesn't know I have it. Only Lukas, who helped me hide it."
"You have one of the eggs?" Ivan said.
"Yes. Ivan, do you want to try to have a child together? Both of us, rather than just yours, or just mine?"
Ivan smiled. "I'd like that very much."
Al rose. "I'll get the egg." He rose and went to his pack, removed the now-familiar ovoid object.
A Marine saw what he was doing. "Hey, Al, you kept an egg?"
"Yep." Al said. "And now my husband and I are going to try it out."
"Does the Colonel know about this?" the Marine asked doubtfully.
"Nope. And he's already gone, so don't bother trying to tell him."
"Oh, I wouldn't tell him. But you have me damned curious. You two mind spectators?"
"On this planet? You can watch any time you want. But you can't join in this one time."
"I may want to keep one of those eggs myself if it works."
"You and every other man on this planet." Ivan said. "If this works, it'll change the very nature of the war. Maybe for the better, but definitely a change."
Others had overheard, were gathering. Ivan's ability to shoot his load in public was getting an acid test. And the mist was light this high up from the valleys.
They placed the egg on the sleeping bag, and Ivan and Al got on either side of it. "We'll need to shoot it together." Ivan warned Al. "The effect only lasts a very short time."
Al began to whomp his meat. "I'll give you all the warning I can. You do the same."
Ivan stroked his own cock. "At least I know how to turn you on, my husband."
"Yeah." Al said. "So I'll just keep myself hot and you tell me when to start the main action."
Ivan pumped his cock hard. Despite his cheerful assurances, Al tended to be quick about his orgasms. But on this planet, self-masturbation was nearly a lost art, unnecessary.
He felt a body push up behind him. Startled, he looked to see Sergeant Piermont kneeling behind him. "You just think happy thoughts, sir." Piermont said as he took Ivan's cock in his hand. "I'll do the work."
Ivan saw Corrigan and Perez kneel by Al. Perez took over Al's cock while Corrigan grabbed Al's nipples in his two big hands and kneaded them roughly. Ivan saw Wilson scoot down behind Al and Al grimaced from what was undoubtedly Wilson's tongue in his ass.Piermont kissed Ivan's ear and whispered. "Anything else you need, sir?"
Ivan felt Piermont's erection pressing from behind through Piermont's clothing and he said, "Go right ahead, Sergeant."
Piermont kept up the pounding on Ivan's cock with one hand while the other fished his fly open. Ivan felt moisture pouring and knew some other Marine was lubing up the sergeant.
Al whined, "Ah, come on, who's back there licking my butt! Damn, that's good!"
"Got to keep you primed and ready for it." Corrigan said. Ivan watched as the three Marines worked his husband over with their hands, and Ivan watched Al's hands reach down to find Corrigan's and Perez's cock and work them.
"Hey, Captain, if Al can't manage to shoot his wad, can I do it for you instead?"
"Hey, just a minute." Al said.
Ivan grinned. He didn't know why it was fun to watch his husband being annoyed, but he had to say, "Sure, Perez, you be ready to chip in if he can't make it."
"I can make it." Al gasped. "Problem's going to be waiting for you."
Ivan gasped as Piermont's cock entered him from behind. "That's not going to be a problem, dear. I just got inspired."
Piermont's hand sped up and Ivan gasped, "Oh, Al, get ready, dear! You'd better shoot that big chunky wad of your jism right now! Come on, give it to me! Give it to me! Right now! Oh, oh, oh!" Ivan's face flushed heavily, he was sure, from the massive heat it gave off as his orgasm climbed his spine. His whole body was rocked from Piermont's thrusts into his ass as the big Marine sergeant humped his butt while keeping him upright, and his other hand left off fondling Ivan's tit, reached around to hold him tight against Piermont's chest while Ivan's body bucked and thrashed.
Ivan grimaced, managed to choke out, "Right now!" while he exploded with his ejaculation. His first wad went high, splattering his husband and Piermont quickly lowered his pud to let the rest fall on the egg, holding still, still imbedded inside Ivan's ass, to help him aim better.
Al groaned, Perez's hand sped into a blur and Al's jism shot out to join Ivan's on the egg, Ivan seeing with dim, unfocused eyes the characteristic sparkle envelop the egg.
Ivan gasped, looked down at the egg. Would it darken when the sparkles stopped?
Piermont began to fuck Ivan's ass again as the sparkles died. Ivan leaned forward and looked down at the egg. Was it darkening? In the dim light around them, it was hard to see.
A light played over it, someone using a flashlight. Ivan blinked in the glare, looked down at the egg again. Darker? Yes, definitely.
It took a moment longer, but turned the deep brown hue.
They could use the eggs themselves. How would this affect the war?
And what would Ivan do now with his newly-formed son? He looked over at Al, who was regarding the egg in awe. "Well, dear." Ivan said. "We're going to be a father. Both of us."
Al looked up and Ivan saw tears in his eyes. "Yeah. Not a clone this time. Our son. Ours!"
And the big Marine lowered his head and cried.